Silvertip Mountain warm wine

"bruin-witch." so far north, he did not think his name had been heard. but perhaps it had, and merrick wished to keep ursus concealed until they had been transformed. a beautiful coat of ash to sustain them. 
he watched the woman hungrily. "and yours, lady of the ice?" merrick urged pleasantly enough, body slackening until he disarmed himself before her eyes. his bloodthirst shelved for now, the bearman sought immediately toward her finer details, seeing what he might glean from any tendril of scent. "we should all know who gave us such a kind welcome."
many wolves. the taste of mountains, wrapped around her as it had not yet settled about him. a tint of snow.